(Leave my casket open Arrested youth)
Third person's POV
It was the end of the school year. He had attacked his greatest enemy. But the teacher have seen it. One second later he was already a small, white ferret. He was raising curiously his small black nose. The teacher was raising him with a spell from the floor to the ceiling. He regretted everything he did. He wanted to die.
Soon later the whole school knew what had happened to him. He was humiliated. He hated himself because of his small mistake. He shouldn't have attacked him.
It was supposed to be only a joke, but it turned out to be a trauma. He didn't have the words to fight back, so the finite rumour spread all over the school in only one day.
It was morning, the first day of holiday. He waited in bed, until his parents left to work. He walked alone to the bathroom. No one heard him, when he left.
Words hurt like a papercut, like a razor blade. He started to regret. He tried to tape it up, but he couldn't. It was already too late. So the blood was pouring out of the wound. He couldn't stop the blood pouring out of his cutthroat.
Did he then know, that words and things, he was doing can take or save someone's life? He didn't know. He couldn't know.
He didn't want to be another victim, but what could he do? Nothing. He couldn't stop himself from attacking his enemy. He hated him so much.
All the things, that the world did to him. Would anyone thought, that he'd be the death of him? Because of his greatest enemy? He'd like to go back in time and be a friend of his greatest enemy. He really did.
When he dies, leave his casket open and put it out to the ocean. He'd like to feel, he's alive and moves forward. He'd like to feel the movement of the waves as they'll be raising him.
He really didn't want to cause it. He didn't want to be so lonely. He knew and knows it's not fair. It seemed like a nightmare, so he decided to commit such a terrible crime against himself.
He was only fifteen. Life shouldn't be so strict for him.
When he dies, leave his casket open and put it out to the ocean. He'd like to feel, he's alive and moves forward. He'd like to feel the movement of the waves as they'll be raising him.
Leave his casket open in the middle of the sea, that he loved so much.
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FanfictionHP very sad one shots. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. !! WARNING !! • self harm • suicide • drugs • suicide thoughts • eating and sleeping disorders • abuse • mental illness • homosexual relationships • angst • cursing ! All the oneshots in...
